Whether door or glass that Alice shall
pass,
a nonsense will always follow,
years ago she left a remarkable place
leaving behind her sorrow.
A cry for help has reached her ears
but Alice ignores the plea,
Until she is also half of nine
and twice the sum of three.
Can Alice make a land cast asunder
once again a place of madness and
wonder?
Can Alice, be Alice it’s been so long?
Or has Alice been Alice all along?
Thrice a question with naught an
answer,
maybe it's time
to
return.